"I probably should have stained and sealed that wood."
It's pushing 5pm on my day off. My fingers & wrists are numb from the fucking wire brush and sandpaper.
I miss you guys. A teeny-tiny bit. There's much to write but I'm having trouble with the voice, with decisions on what to publicise, and most of all, how to write it in a no0n-emo/boring/wahh-my-pussy-is-full-of-sand way.
For German Father's Day (which falls on both "Jeebus-up-to-heaven-day [or 'Ascension Day'] and on "Men Go Out Together & Get Ratted Day" [SRSLY]), I got a papier mache ball on a stick from my daughter, a Bowie-charity-designed T-Shirt from Teh WiFeZ0rz (in white, natch), and a job list that almost was under double digits.
ATTN TPD infidel: I have an Android StupidPhone (Galaxy GT S5660) so I may be able to resume testing.
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